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If that's the case, I want to know what she is going to say." Aloud he replied: "It will be easy enough to send my friend away with the others, Mademoiselle. When we reach the automobile all I shall have to do will be to look straight at him." "Ah! You have a code of signals you two?" Mlle. Nadiboff laughed, delightedly. "A code?" repeated Jack. "No; we have never needed one.
The second dance, also, Jack Benson enjoyed with Mlle. Nadiboff. The young woman herself arranged that gracefully. At the end of the second dance Jack led his partner to a seat. Then she sent him for a glass of water. Her cobwebby lace handkerchief fell to the floor. M. Lemaire, passing at that instant, espied it, picked it up, and returned it to her with the bow of a polished man of the world.
Will you believe me when I tell you that I greatly respect your courage and your manhood?" "Yes," bowed Jack. "Though it was nothing but a sailor's easy trick." "You would make little of it, would you, my Captain?" smiled Mlle. Nadiboff, plaintively. "True, you risked much for a life that has been worth but little.
The submarine boys certainly did! There was not much left of the old castle, save the walls, and some badly crumbled ruins of inner buildings. "The Florida climate doesn't seem to agree with castles," suggested Jack. "I have, an idea that, in Europe, a castle only three hundred years old would last much longer and keep much better." "In Europe?" repeated Mlle. Nadiboff. "Oh, yes; much better.
The challenge came plain and direct. Mlle. Nadiboff now gazed searchingly into the submarine boy's eyes. "I I think you a very handsome woman to look at," Captain Jack admitted, readily. "Is that all you have to say?" "I I am afraid I do not understand you, Mademoiselle." "You have no desire to be especially gallant to me?
Nadiboff settled back in her seat, looking straight ahead, her attitude as frigid as could be. For some moments she did not attempt to speak. When she did open her lips she said, icily: "I find that I have been wasting my time." "Wasting your time, Mademoiselle?" echoed Jack Benson, coolly, for he was much more fully alive to the situation, thanks to Mr Graham, than she had any chance to know.
"Packwood, will you go over and get that reporter?" asked Mr. Trotter, turning to his associate. In the next minute Jack was telling Trotter of the fire-incident and the envelope that Mlle. Nadiboff had given him. By the time the submarine boy had finished his recital Jacob Farnum hurried in.
Any of us are liable, but you'll be the shining mark of all to be picked out." "There can't be many more of that crowd left at large," laughed Jack, lightly. "I wonder why the Secret Service men don't arrest Lemaire and the Nadiboff young woman?" asked Mr. Pollard, the last to rejoin the little group. "Trotter and Packwood must have some good reasons of their own," Jack replied, thoughtfully.
"That was one way of answering the enemy's threats," laughed the shipbuilder, in an undertone. "We don't know that Mlle. Nadiboff was in any way connected with the threats," replied Jack, in an equally low tone. "She belongs in the enemy's ranks," observed David Pollard, dryly. As the quartette were leaving the table one of the negro waiters stepped up to them.
His hands working convulsively, he sprang at the young submarine captain. Mlle. Nadiboff, snatching a riding whip from under her automobile coat, turned and ran toward them. The chauffeur snatched up a wrench, leaping out of the automobile. "You insult me!" screamed M. Lemaire, halting right under the face of Captain Jack Benson, who looked at him undaunted. "I didn't," denied Jack.
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